Adventures in the Netherworld

This old house has a dark, dank basement. It is a spooky place with pipes and crawl spaces and old bricks and stones. It gets wet when it rains. It would be a good place to set a horror movie. My little girl cat Pixie may look dainty with her tiny little paws and shiny black fur and large gold eyes. Looks can be deceiving. One thing Pixie is not is a lady. She is a rough and tumble little tomboy. Naturally the basement fascinates her. I had to get things from the basement today and decided to let her have her fun.

Pixie discovered a crawl space that a human can’t get into. She jumps on the ledge besides the stairs and immediately heads for her favorite cave. It would drive Mom frantic when she would do that because Mom was afraid that Pixie would get lost, scared, and couldn’t find her way out. One things Pixie loves the most about her crawl space is that it has neat echoes. She was hollering away today listening to her voice reverberate all over the basement. She is a noisy little girl at the best of times and was in caterwauling heaven today.

I could hear Pixie as she roamed around and suddenly she was on the pipes overhead. Her mouth was going a mile a minute. I looked up and she had managed to get a dead leaf hooked onto her whiskers so I reached up and got it off for her. It had been bugging her but she didn’t want to take the time to reach up and get it off. Besides that is what I am here for to cater to her every little whim. Her whiskers unencumbered by that pesky leaf and off she went again.

Dark and spooky corners were a challenge. In Pixie zipped to check everything out. Who knows maybe a pirate hide their chest of gold there. Up, down, around, through, in and out she went. I heard a nonstop monologue of the all the fun places she was exploring. By the time I finished she had been all over that basement and was absolutely filthy. I washed her off with baby wipes much to her dismay. She had worked hard at getting that dirty and couldn’t understand why I wanted her cleaned up again.

Looking over today's spooky old basement and a black cat, maybe it would have to be a horror comedy picture after all.